Christmas Past

(400 words) There’s snow on the steeple, and frost on the ground, Sweets for a penny and crackers for a pound. And a long woollen stocking at the foot of the sheets, Waiting for Santa to fill it with treats. Downstairs, there’s milk and mince pies on the table, For Santa to eat, whenever he’s able. Then sleepy eyes close, an end to resolve, The conundrum of Santa, the mystery to solve.

Guest Poem: Winter Scene

  In winter the wood is unmaskedNaked limbs stretch in vainTowards the cold sun.Knobbly branches, like aged fingers,Poke the sky. Fallen boughs, decay and lightning’s victims,Lie like skeletons in winter’s graveyard.Bereft of summer’s green shrouds. Only black and brown remainFrom the multi-coloured canopy of autumn,Now fallen, a carpet damp and rotting,Untrodden … Holly and yew … Continue reading Guest Poem: Winter Scene

Menus a la Carte

So, the drop-down system has been consigned to the bin and a new streamlined system employed. All stories were categorised by subject and found to fall into eleven main categories (some stories fell into two or even three categories). Accordingly, these new subject categories have taken pride of place at the head of each page. And mobile and tablet menus work just fine too. So, it just remains for me to say that clicking on a subject category will take you to a table of all stories in that category, listed in alphabetical order, together with original publication date and word count. So, you get the best bang for your buck before deciding to plunge into actual reading!

Not to Forget, but to Forgive

To apologise, yearn to repent,To feel sadness in our heart.To now admit we caused your pain,We selfishly did start.And will it make it better?Will you feel good that we feel bad?Or are the words we use what matter? Mea Culpa – Je regretteFor actions done and said.That perhaps weren’t meant to do you harm,Or, yet, … Continue reading Not to Forget, but to Forgive

The Night Before Christmas

(495 words) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, all quiet in the house, I sat at my laptop, with hand on my mouse. I looked at the apps, so many to check! E-mail, Facebook, WordPress and Tweetdeck. I opened my mail and smiled with delight at an e-card received, this cold Christmas night! I clicked and watched Santa sail over roof top, pulled by his reindeer, they ne’er seem to stop!

A Visit from Saint Nicholas – 2017 version.

(495 words) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, all quiet in the house, I sat at my laptop, with hand on my mouse. I looked at the apps, so many to check! E-mail, Facebook, WordPress and Tweetdeck. I opened my mail and smiled with delight at an e-card received, this cold Christmas night! I clicked and … Continue reading A Visit from Saint Nicholas – 2017 version.